My GeGe is not doing well, she’s being moved to the next level floor for “bat-shit crazy”. Dementia is such a fucked up disease, you slowly remember less and less of today, trade those memories for your long term memories, which make you want your Momma again, and she is dead, and you are slowly a crying motherless child.
Here, your living children and grand children become strangers and you only want the dead, and I believe your soul gets impatient with your body and takes off periodically, and slowly but certainly it stays away for longer and longer until there is nothing. But for the ones who are left?
It’s agony. It is very hard for me not to help my mom though this leg of her journey, this is the part that is hard about “living the dream”, not being able to help or support the people that you love the most when they are living a “nightmare”.
The whole family is preparing to go to California, which has made me need to finally find a tailor here, my friend gave me directions to his “office” and it went a little something like this “Take the first turn on waterfront that you can after the graveyard, there is a hanging sign (of some sort) on the left, and you’ll see a kiosk like thing there, and there you go up the stairs, but make sure you don’t go before 11, and he usually works late, so make it after five, so you can park, oh, and make an appointment with him, he takes care of his parents or something I think”.
I am certain it was not that disorganized, but that is what I heard, so I will be walking downtown Charlotte Amelie with a floor length Vera Wang walking up stairs and knocking on doors, first one with a sewing kit gets to see me naked.
I’m not going to pretend anymore, eclipses, both the real thing and the car, have done nothing but disappoint me in my life. Obviously, the car, because for like 75 seconds it was SO RAD, yeah, and I couldn’t seem to sell my soul off quick enough to land one. The real eclipse is not far behind the car disappointment.
First, the hype. Second, I DON’T SEE IT. Well, this one was different, this one was a SUPER MOON, in the middle of the ocean, and did I mention? It WAS RED! It was unbelievable, I felt like I could reach up and touch it, it was huge, and I could see every single crater, and I thought to myself, I get it, I get all the ramping up now.
If you ever get a chance, come to this island and witness a RED SUPER MOON, I think the next one is in 15 or 20 years.
Otherwise it is business as usual, Cost-u-less, Kmart, the regular. Today was special though, it was the first time in about six months that we ate at Scarlett’s favorite restaurant, the Kmart Cafe, we hadn’t been since she had her peanut reaction there.
The women behind the counter were happy as hell to see the two of us, the last time I was there I was a maniac, and I am pretty sure they never thought that they would see the likes of me again. DO YOU THINK I AM GOING TO LET A LITTLE CUMIN RECALL ROB ME AND MY CHILD OF CURRY CHICKEN FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES?
NO, I think not, especially when it is the best on the island (that I have had so far, calm down islanders).
Scarlett was THRILLED to be there, it was a bunch of “That lady really knows her breakfast” and “she really knows how to cook her bacon”, really loud, and a few “I LOVE THIS MOMMA”, which will get us right back up to the status that we get to skip everyone in line, just like all the other “important people” and in our case “ROCKSTARS”.
We’ve been adopted by a few kitties here, one, Bella, that is the name our neighbor gave HIM, and this is the last time I will refer to BELLA as a boy, since the subject is of a very sensitive nature in this home. Bella is the sweetest “ferral” cat, although, there is not a wild bone in her body, well, unless she is near another cat.
For the last few months she comes every morning, evening, and occasionally for a mid afternoon snooze, but other than that she is off, hunting, playing, and eating at like 3 other locations that I know about.
The the night of the super moon there was a black kitty on our deck, very jumpy and fearful, like wild cats typically are, but then she stayed, and stayed, and now she is eating too.
Her name is “LOVE MOON”, which leads me to believe that Scarlett is actually a hippie reincarnated, she’s definitely got the nudity and protesting down. Have I mentioned that the child will no longer were a bathing suit top? Her hair is wild and is lined with white stripes from the sun, it is beach hair at it’s finest, she is naked more than not, and god forbid she have to put on a sleeve of any type.
I have to meditate when I think about wrangling her into a snowsuit, which is a major point in the “stay here for Christmas column”.
This weekend it rained, no, seriously, IT RAINED. I was grateful for so many reasons. One, I had way too many “Obamatinis” which are actually “Opomatinis”, a pomagranate vodka martini, at “Family Night”, so I really didn’t feel like being “sporty”, if you get my drift.
Second, almost every single day here is perfect, no, I mean it, fucking perfect. SO... if you don’t feel like doing anything, you know those days, the marathon of SNAPPED kind of days, you have to lay there and look at the most unbelievable day, no shit, it really makes it hard to be a “piece of dog shit”, which to me is rude.
Three, we are just coming off the biggest drought in a twenty five year span, and as you know, water is a delicate commodity around here, I am doing laundry like Mrs. GOTROCKS right now and shaving anything and everything, even if it doesn’t show.
We must have had 5 inches of rain, the pool started to overflow, the run off from the island made the ocean brown, and everything feel clean, watered, and sparkling now.
Today I went to two different new restaurants, but did not eat at either, they both looked beautiful. One was closed, and the other, well, Scarlett lost her mind on the way in.
This is the stuff you’ve forgotten about your own childhood, that your mom loves you enough not to rub in your face, but honestly, it is a disservice, you should know what kind of table you’re sitting at before you go all in. But that’s okay, she passed out in the car and Jason and I explored and found new roads, and houses, and views, and oh my goodness, the beauty is overwhelming, so is being a momma.
